No More Pain For This Villain.

Chapter 375 The Fallen Grace -1



Chapter 375 The Fallen Grace -1

Chapter 375  The Fallen Grace -1

Stepping out of the portal, I watched it close behind me as I was the last person to step through. On the other side were the people who didn't get to follow us—pretty much half of Adam's party and hundreds of students from the Imperial Academy.

My boot sank slightly under my weight into the ashen sand beneath me. It was only then that I noticed how many skeletal remains were sprawled around me.

A few of them still had armor on, making it easy to guess that these were the remains of adventurers who had dared to challenge the deepest dungeon on this planet.

From my time here, I've only challenged a single dungeon: the Nightshade Sanctum, which, according to Blaze, is the deepest dungeon ever.

I could only clear up to nine levels—because of that guard dog there. I'm still not sure if I'd be able to take him down with my current strength, to be honest.

Shaking off those thoughts, I focused on the scene in front of me, and… it was a lot to take in.

We were standing on a piece of land that had sunk hundreds of kilometers below the mainland, surrounded by gigantic earthen walls that loomed far away. These walls were impossibly flat, enclosing us like we were at the bottom of a colossal hole—a hole created by something millions of times larger than us... maybe even more.

At the bottom of this abyss was an ashen desert sprawling in every direction. Peaks of sand towered above us, constantly shifting with the wind. Dust clouds swirled relentlessly, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Listen," Falco's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He stood in front of us, his hood slid off, revealing his face. "We are about to enter the deepest dungeon of the mortal realm—and we are here to conquer it. This will be your test of power before facing the Demon King and defeating him."

Oh, Demon King Riksar! I had partially forgotten about that guy. I wonder what he is up to.

I glanced around. Beside me stood Aron, while Blaze perched on my shoulder.

As for everyone else, they were all in front of us. Adam and Vexa occasionally threw glances in my direction—or was it at Aron? I couldn't tell.

Falco then led the cohort onward. I didn't know which direction we were heading, but he seemed confident in his path. I'd seen the dungeon's entrance in the game, but the journey to it? That was always a cutscene.

'I'm also curious about what kind of place this is,' Blaze mused in my mind.

After a while, Falco stopped and knelt on the ground. The wind churned around him, clearing the sand beneath to reveal a massive metal plate.

It was rusty and appeared to weigh several dozen tons. The plate was about a hundred meters wide, with ancient inscriptions etched into its surface.

Falco is kneeling, his hand pressed firmly against the rusted metal plate as faint traces of mana swirl around him. The inscriptions etched into its surface begin to glow, their ancient lines igniting with a pale blue light that pulses in rhythm with his movements.

I watch closely, my eyes narrowed as he rises to his feet. Without hesitation, he taps the plate with his boot. The sound is dull but deep, like a drumbeat echoing through the silent expanse. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, as if stirred from an ancient slumber, the plate shudders and groans.

The massive metal slab shifts, scraping against the earth with a deafening grind. The sand around it trembles and spills in torrents, pushed aside by some unseen force. Slowly, the plate slides to the side, revealing a hidden staircase beneath—a spiraling descent carved into the abyss. The stairs cling close to the walls of the vast sinkhole, their edges jagged and uneven.

The faint glow of the inscriptions lingers for a moment before fading into darkness. Falco steps aside, his gaze scanning the group. He doesn't speak, his expression cold and unreadable. Without a word, he taps the plate again.

Before I can ask why, he leaps into the hole, disappearing from view. The plate groans once more, sliding back into place with a finality that sends a shiver down my spine. The sound reverberates through the air, leaving us trapped in a silence heavier than the darkness around us.

The realization settles over everyone: we are sealed inside.

The weight of it grounding me. Around me, the others glance at one another but remain silent. No one speaks as we step onto the staircase, one by one. The descent begins.

The air grows colder with every step, the walls closing in as we spiral deeper into the earth. Blaze shifts on my shoulder, his claws digging into my shoulder slightly. 'This place feels… alive,' he murmurs in my mind. I don't reply. He's not wrong.

The only sound is the soft scuff of boots against stone, the faint echoes swallowed by the void below. Time loses meaning. Minutes blur into hours, I keep moving, focused on the steps ahead.

After what feels like an eternity—two, maybe three hours—the staircase finally ends. We step into a clearing, the space vast and oddly serene. The ground beneath us is blanketed in a thick carpet of purple moss, its soft glow illuminating the area faintly. The light plays tricks on my eyes, the shadows shifting as if alive.

At the far end of the clearing stands a gate. No—not just a gate.

It is massive, towering over us like the walls of the abyss itself. The carvings are intricate, each detail painstakingly etched into the stone. At its center is the figure of a blindfolded goddess. Her presence is both majestic and unsettling.

Ellora.

Her hands are outstretched, palms open as if inviting us forward—or warning us to stay away. The blindfold covering her eyes seems to shift slightly in the dim light, almost as if it's alive. Around her are depictions of wings—broken and scattered—while chains wind around her form, binding her in place.

A low hum fills the air, faint but growing. It seems to emanate from the gate itself, a resonance that vibrates deep in my chest.

I step forward, instinctively, but stop. The others remain still, their gazes fixed on the gate. Adam's hand rests on the hilt of his sword. Vexa's expression is unreadable, her sharp eyes scanning every inch of the carvings.

Falco finally speaks, his voice calm but firm. "This is the entrance to Ellora's Veil.

The most dangerous dungeon to ever exist- The Fallen Grace."


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